[ fitz brings her another champagne, and she's at odds what to do. she takes it, obviously, because she's not a complete social heathen and she knows it'd be weirder to make fitz just stand there with it while she stared at him... but she doesn't exactly drink it, either. just sort of swirls it around in the glass. something to do with her hands, in any case.

to his question, she offers a soft chuckle, topped with a shake of her head. ]

Honestly? I forgot how old you were. [ not her proudest moment. ] I mean, I knew you were an old man on the inside, but you really don't look a day over thirty tonight.

[ tonight? this morning? whatever. ]